You spend too much time
Dwellin" in some sweet after words
The past is a puddle
There's a flower in the middle
That could be yours
If you'd sing a little softer
Pay a little more attention to
The atmospheres
You can't tell it like it is
If you can't tell it like it is
Without asking
You can't tell it like it is
If you can't tell it like it is
Without explaining
You can't tell it like it is
If you can't tell it like it is
Without complaining
You can't tell it like it is
If you can't tell it like it is
Without drinking
